I am off to teach a bunch of boys about the filtering systems of the human body. In honor of today's subject, I leave you with one of my dad's favorite jokes. It must be read with heavy Irish brogue.
Shamus is lying on his death bed and beside him is his bosom buddy, Finn.
"Finn, Finn, I need ta ask yeh ta do me one last thing behfor me bones are covered in dirt."
"Shamus, mah boy, yeh only need ask an it's done."
Reaching out a shaky finger, Shamus points to the bed side table. "Open tha drawer and pull out what's inside."
Finn opens the drawer and pulls out a bottle of very old and very fine whiskey. "Ai, I have it now."
"Right. Now, Finn, once they've lain this sorry body in the ground, and before they've laid the mud over me box, I'm askin' that ye pour that fine whiskey there all over me casket. Would ye be doin' that now for your dear old friend?"
Finn looks at that fine bottle of whiskey, then he looks at his friend, he looks back at the whiskey and then slowly says:
"Sure, Shamus, sure... but... but would you mind if I be pourin' it through me kidneys first?"